The itch of ‘baby lust’ has prickled just under the surface of Tessa’s skin since she turned thirty. Five years have passed since her thirtieth birthday, and her obsessive nature has stoked the minor irritation into a full-blown fertility frenzy. She’s given up waiting for the right man to put a ring on her finger and, instead, decides to actively seek out a man with the right genes who will give her the child she wants with no further involvement. Love wasn’t in the plan, but Karma had other ideas.
“This is insane! What kind of restaurant doesn’t have forks?”
“Other cultures, other customs, Tessa. You need to get out more, try new things.” He looked around and leaned in with a conspiratorial whisper. “What do you say we both just use our fingers? I know where the back door is, so we can escape if they call the chopsticks police.”
Grateful to get a bite of food in her mouth at last, Tessa giggled and dove in with her fingers. “Mmm, now that I can taste it, this is really good.” The gnawing in her stomach eased with each bite.
“See, I told you you’d like it.”
She liked more than the sushi. Every time he spoke, that resonant, baritone voice vibrated in her chest like the flutter of a hummingbird’s wings. The dark blue tapered jacket he had on emphasized his solid, lean body and broad shoulders, and those eyes… Tonight the hazel ring picked up the color of his shirt and tie and shone a bright cobalt blue. The contrast with the amber center was startling. Such gorgeous eyes should be illegal.
A snapshot of their tryst in the stairwell flashed in her mind again. So many surprises were attached to it for her to ponder. Michael’s unexpected appearance, his bold advances, and then the biggest brainteaser, her reaction to it. She hoped to hell her instincts about this man were right.
A transplant from the concrete sidewalks of New York City to the sunny beaches of Southern California, Ms. Carney enjoys writing stories about women who are strong—whether by nature or circumstance—and the men who love and respect them for who they are. Things that make her happy are rainy days (too much sun is a bore), writing the perfect first line, family get-togethers, reading books that grab her heart, and finding new connections in her genealogy research. Bold coffee and dark chocolate fuel the artistic fire inspired by her family, friends, and psycho, lizard hunting cat.
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